Blood Tracks ; Part One.
Roxie's face was in my mind. I couldn't let go of the fact that she was dead. And then my family, my mom, my dad, my brother – they were gone too. Nothing was left inside of me. I was an empty shell with no soul – nothing more.
Going to school one day and being told that my best friend had been murdered overnight was too much to bear. I spent a week in ultimate depression, upset and not talking to anyone about anything.
And then my family was killed in the horrific car crash. It stole their lives, just like the knife stole Roxie's.
Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision, killing my eyesight. All I could possibly hear were the roaring tyres of the many cars on the motorway. I was on the edge, right next to the road. My eyes looked ahead, certain this was what I wanted.
The sooner I got this over with…the sooner I could see my family and my best friend again.
I took a deep, shaky breath, waited for a gap in the cars, and walked straight out onto the road.
The car hit me with tremendous force, and it tore me over so I smacked down onto the tarmac. As it sped past - the driver not realising they had just hit a thirteen year old girl – it shoved me off the road and onto the path.
The last thing I remembered feeling was the hot, fresh blood sticky on my open and torn flesh.
